#supernatural season 13th
Drawing some luci at work,
Sadly I imgined luci’s death but the important thing is that his eyes finally glowed in blue, instead of redHow dare you break my heart like this?!
That said, I love the idea that his grave would be redeemed
This was it and Lucifer knew it. He’d lived for eons, seen the universe be created, and watched as it was tested time and time again. He’d seen the start and end of planets, stars, galaxies, even almost the end of god himself. Everything had its time, even for immortals.
It was Lucifer’s time.
Lucifer had always prided himself on being a good fighter, on being skilled enough to at least escape a battle alive. But not this time. No. This time he had to finish it. He had to keep fighting. He had to protect his son.
The Michael from another universe had found his way to their world, easily tracking Jack down in an attempt to force him to open another portal. Lucifer couldn’t let that happen. He couldn’t let Michael hurt his son! It didn’t matter to him if the Winchesters were their, if he inadvertently protected them too. He had no time to be happy at seeing Gabriel alive. At seeing the baby brother who’s death Lucifer grieved. Lucifer fought with everything he had, every trick and power and skill he could scrap together from his weakened grace and millions of years of training.
It wasn’t enough. Lucifer knew that. He knew he would be fighting Michael alone. Sam and Dean had no desire to help Lucifer. The only two who might were Gabriel and Castiel and both couldn’t step up. Dean refused to let Castiel get close and possibly die, and Gabriel was still too shaken up and weakened from Asmodeus to do any fighting.
All of Lucifer’s instincts were screaming at him to protect Jack. He had to. Lucifer would not let Michael take away his son! He wouldn’t let Michael take any more away from him! His family, his freedom, his sanity, his Grace, his reputation. Jack would not be the next on that list!
They fought bloody, dirty, hard. Lucifer put everything he had into their fight. But this Michael was stronger, so much stronger than his Michael ever was. This Michael wouldn’t fight fair. He vanished in front of Lucifer, leaving the fallen archangel on edge, constantly looking around for where he might appear.
It had all happened so fast. Michael appeared behind Jack, blade ready to strike. Lucifer didn’t have enough time to go after Michael but he couldn’t lose Jack! He couldn’t! All Lucifer could think was “protect”. So he did what he had to do, he switched their places.
Lucifer could faintly register someone screaming “No!” But all voices sounded so distant. He could feel the cold blade pass through his back and chest. The cold emptiness that was starting to eat its way through him. Lucifer’s irises were glowing red as he collapsed to his knees, the taste of iron filling his mouth as blood trickled down his lips and jaw. He could see Gabriel and Jack watching in horror, at least I’ll die knowing someone cared. Lucifer thought, his irises fading back to normal tear filled eyes. There was a ringing filling the air, all of Lucifer’s desperate attempts to cling to life were failing. He could hear Michael’s triumphant laughter and his bragging speech about how he killed the serpent again. Lucifer closed his eyes tightly, tears streaming down his face. As the fallen Morning star slowly opened his eyes, they shown for the first time in billions of years, not red, but a brilliant glowing blue.
He slowly closed his eyes again, sending one prayer. One prayer to His father, and to his Michael, and Gabriel and to Jack. One last thing that he needed to get off his chest. “I love you.”
Lucifer’s body surged with an intense blinding light, loud ringing filling the air as a there was a burst of energy. As the light faded, Lucifer lay motionless, two broken wings burned into the ground. Brilliant blue eyes that would never shine again.
Lucifer had been redeemed.
Oh my god, why.
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